Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1887-11-14

of Contra Costa, plugged that young Sac
ramento chap, whose name | disremem-
Der, full o. holes just ez he was sayin'
'Goodby' to his darter. | mout hev done
all this if it had settled things to please
me For while you and Flynn and the
Sacramento chap ez all about the same
sort O. men, Rosey's different kind from
their sort o. women"
"Mademolselle is an angelr' said de
Ferrieres, suddenly rising, with an excess
of extravaganza. "a saint Look | cram
the lie, ha down his throat who challenges
it."
"Ef by mam'selle we mean my Rosey,"
said Mott, quietly laying his powerful
hands on de Ferrieres' shoulders, and
slowly pinning him down again upon his
chair, "ye're about right, though she amt
mann sellc yet. Ez was sayin', l might
hev killed you off hand eff l he'd thought
it would hev been good thing for Rosey."
For her2 All, Well Look, | am ready"
interrupted de Ferrieres, again springing
to his feet, and throwing open his coat
with both hands ''See! here at my heart
-tirei''
''Ez was sayin'," continued Mott, once
more pressing the excited man down in
his chair Il might hev wiped ye out
and mebbee you wouldn't hev keered--or
you might hev wiped me out, and l mout
hev said, Thank 'ee.' but / reckon this
amt a case for what S comfable for you
and me It's what's good for Rosey.
And the thing to kalkilate is, what's to
be done"
His small, round eyes for the first time
rested on de Ferrieres' face, and were
quickly Withdrawn. 1t was evident that
this distracted look, which had fascinated
his lodger. was merely a resolute avoidance
of de Ferrieres' glance, and it became ap-
parent later that this avoidance was due
to ludicrous appreciation of de Ferrieres'
attractions.
"And after we've done that we must
kalkilate what Rosey is and what Rosey
wants. P'raps, We allow, you know what
Rosey Isl P'raps you've seen her prance
round in velvet bonnets and white satin
slippers and SIGH. P'raps you've seen her
readin' tracks and wages without waitin'
to spell word or catch her breath. But
that amt the Rosey ez l know. It's a
little child ez ulster crawl in and out the
taiiboard of a MizZouri wagon on the al
cali pizoned plains, where there wasn't
another Bit of Gods mercy on yearth to
be seen for miles and miles It's
little gal as ulster hunger and thirst
ez quiet and nannerly ez she now eats
and drinks in plenty: whose voice was ez
steady with Iniins yelling round her nest
Ia the leaves on Sweetwater ez in her
purity cabin up yonder. That's the gal
ez KNOW That's the Rosey ez my ole
woman puts into my arms one night arter
we left Laramie when the fever was high,
and seq, sAbner, seq she, the chariot Is
swinging low for nae tonight, but thar
an't room in it for her or You to git in or
hitch on. Take her and rare her. so we
kin all iine on the other shore seq she
And I'd knowed the other shore wasn't
no kalifcrny. And that night, p'raps.
the chariot swung lower than ever before,
and my ole woman stepped into it, and
left me and Rosey TO creep on in the old
wagon alone It's them kind o. things
added Mr.. Mott thoughtfully, that seem
to pint to my KILN you on sight ez the
best thing to be done. And yet Rosey
mightn't like it.n
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